Wiggles: Tree. Man. Flying man up in tree. Flying man with shiny sword up in tree. Me barking. And that’s about it.

Stella: Okay, that made just about no sense at all. Lady Human, would you care to translate?

Me: Sure, here is my boring translation: Tree – a man in our neighborhood had a tree in his yard that he needed to have trimmed. Man – actually, more than one man. The neighbor hired some men to trim the tree.

Stella: See! I warned everybody. Boring! Get to the interesting part!

Me: Flying man up in tree. Not a flying man. A climbing man.

Wiggles: With a shiny sword.

Me: With a shiny saw blade with which to cut branches.

Wiggles: No, I don’t think so. Definitely a flying man. Definitely a shiny sword. And me barking. Did you see me barking at him? Did you see how brave I was?

Me: Yes, I did see that.

Wiggles: I told him off. I told him he’d better not fly over onto our trees and he didn’t. Let all flying men with shiny swords stay away.